Redtail Rise the premature burial

The look he receives from his leader is a fair one and he gazes down at the fox at her gesture and sound, ignoring the wolf who had just arrived. If he'd used his eyes or his nose, he might not have looked so foolish. As it was, whatever embarrassment he may have suffered was quickly lessened by a quiet curiosity. Like Avicus, he assumed it was some kind of horrid sickness. In the corner of his eye, he sees the other wolf move closer and hears Avi's question. He glances toward him and takes a long pause. His attention is captured immediately by the deep chocolate fur, the golden eyes. He stares openly at the wolf, red eyes fixed, for several moments before he corrects himself and averts his gaze, shifting it instead to the other wolf who had arrived.

Ratio knew neither of these wolves...the urge to look back at the earthy male tugs at him but he resists. Instead, he meets the eyes of the male who is staring openly back at him. He feels the pull of irritation, the desire for his hackles to lift and his ears to flatten, and just as with the smaller wolf, Ratio looks away. He fixes his gaze back at the fox. Avicus has killed it, finally, and there was quiet. He is relieved but too distracted by those around him to be as invested in the creature as he had been when he'd arrived.